I have given much thought to waiting in the last few days. What is it? It is when you know there i something or someone ahead in time and you are not quite there yet in hours and days, or even moments.
I m not a big fan of waiting and in this age of technology we have an entire generation of people raised on instant entertainment and instant gratification when in truth there are some benefits to waiting too. Moments to savour the closeness of a long held dream, moments to count the true cost of a decision, moments to simply stretch our patience ( I know mine has needed constant help to grow and stretch across this life time.) Moments to count towards the fulfilling of a hope.
Between the wish and the thing life lies waiting.
I have said many times I have a degree in waiting. I waited most of my life to be loved, a lot of that time not seeing the love that cushioned and surrounded me. How vain and shallow and self centred a young girl was I. Romantic love also was something I waited for. I loved, why was I not loved back in the same way? Simple really – the answer time has taught me , noone else IS me. By not accepting the genuine outflowing of the love another can give, you miss an opportunity. In case you are wondering, I am a true romantic. And love is love is a constant, it is just persons who have their own lessons and their own ways of expressing love.
“People count up the faults of those who keep them waiting” French proverb. Simply, I agree.